Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Flying swords, spells, and talismans attacked continuously. The disciples gasped and looked at the red umbrella barrier in front of them, which did not move at all.

"This is a formation. How could someone set up such a huge formation in the territory of our Tianxing Sect?"

The disciples of Tianxing Sect shouted in horror.

Some of them were crying and begging for their ancestors' blessings. Even as cultivators, their faces turned pale when they saw the city.

At this time, the city below was like hell on earth.

Countless mummies piled up on the streets. The living ones also ran towards the city gate like crazy, but they fell on the way one after another. As time went on, the road in front of the city gate gradually piled up with corpses.

Wailing everywhere, desperate shouting

"The tentacles are disappearing."

One of the disciples noticed something and shouted.

Some of the tentacles that were full of blood stopped chasing and instead smashed directly to the ground and turned into a pool of blood. The blood seemed to have life and drilled into the ground.

"Is this good or bad?"

"The real mastermind should be underground"

"Who knows how to escape underground?"

The one who spoke was Wang Jie, the only disciple who had completed the foundation building.

���There was silence, and everyone knew what this meant.

The sheer number of tentacles on the ground was terrifying, and who would be willing to risk their lives to drill into the ground to investigate?

"Let's wait here for the elders to come."

A disciple muttered.

The five senses of the monks were so sharp that they naturally heard it, and they all kept silent.

"Looking at this formation barrier, do you think you have any choice?"

Wang Jie, who had just suggested going underground to investigate, pointed to the top of his head and said.

Everyone looked over and saw that the original umbrella-shaped barrier was pressing down at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was estimated that in a cup of tea, everyone would be pressed to the ground and killed by countless tentacles.

"Rather than waiting to die, it is better to go underground, maybe you can fight for a way to survive."

Wang Jie did not waste time with the others, and directly took out a talisman for escaping the earth and slapped it on his body.

A yellow light flashed, and then he flew down along the edge of the barrier with his sword.

After several fireballs, a gap was cleared on the ground, and the whole person went directly into the ground.

There was no soil underground, it was scarlet, filled with blood.

He went down along the formation barrier, but the barrier went very deep into the ground, and he still could not see the end of the barrier after half a quarter of an hour.

He slapped another talisman on his body and accelerated downward.

After using up three talismans, Wang Jie was shaken.

He was still fully equipped this time, and he brought six talismans with him, but once he used another one, it meant that he had no way out.

Even if he had perfected his foundation, being buried deep in the ground after the talisman disappeared was a death sentence.

The light of the talisman was about to dissipate, and his hand began to feel the touch of the outside world, which was the viscosity of blood.

Wang Jie looked up and saw a dark

"last one!"

"The remaining two, I will try my best to escape upwards. Even if I can't escape upwards, I should be able to dig it out with my cultivation."

He gritted his teeth and used the fourth earth escape talisman. Suddenly, the yellow light continued to shine, and Wang Jie fell headfirst again.

Less than half a quarter of an hour later, Wang Jie, who was diving numbly, suddenly felt his whole body lighten, and a sense of weightlessness came over him, and he fell down.

"Underground cave! We are saved!"

He quickly summoned the flying sword, turned around and stood on it.

As he stood firm, his face turned pale.

There were countless chains here, stretching all over the cave, and where the chains gathered, there stood 13 stone pillars covered with strange inscriptions.

Countless chains interspersed between the stone pillars, interlacing into a strange starlight, and a skull altar with a radius of ten feet was quietly placed on it.

What frightened him was not this scene, but the iron chains that spread around. They were alive.

Those chains sucked out streams of blood from the cave walls like sucking, flowing into the middle altar.

And when he appeared, a large number of chains were pulled out from the wall, suspended in the air, and tightly grasped. Locking onto him.

At that moment, Wang Jie had the illusion that he was being stared at by countless poisonous snakes.

Almost subconsciously, Wang Jie attached a ground escape talisman to his body, and the light of his sword surged, rushing to the top of his head.

But those chains were not that simple, as if they had intelligence, and they formed a net above his head in an instant.

The chains were like a dense net covering the sky, and Wang Jie was horrified.

He could only dodge downwards, and the chains followed and chased him. He flew madly under the chains.

Dozens of chains were also shot out from below. Wang Jie's face was miserable, and he flew around in the cave headlessly with his sword.

Just as he was being chased and approached the altar, his expression was shocked.

He saw a person lying on the altar, and he knew him.

""Brother Huang! Brother Huang!"

Wang Jie suddenly shouted in despair, as if he had found a way to survive. He dodged several chains that were rushing towards him and flew quickly towards the altar.

"Senior Brother Huang is a late Jindan cultivator. With him, we will definitely be able to escape!" He comforted himself inexplicably.

But he thought too well. As he approached the thirteen stone pillars, the inscriptions on the pillars suddenly lit up, and several blood-red inscription chains burst out from them. The chains on the stone pillars were not as soft as the chains on the walls. Like lightning, they pierced him instantly.

Wang Jie lowered his head and stared at the red chains that pierced through his chest, trembling all over.

At this moment, death came, his eyes widened, and he used up all his magic power as if he was in the last moments of life, and shouted loudly in the direction of the altar:

"Brother Huang, wake up!"

After saying this, his entire body dried up instantly, turning into a mummy........................

Huang Feiyu lay calmly on the altar, but in his closed left eye, there seemed to be a red glowing ball, and the light flickered through his eyelids. In

Huang Feiyu's sea of consciousness, a blood-red figure was entrenched, and three illusory chains bound Huang Feiyu's soul, making his entire soul flicker and his consciousness began to blur.

He didn't know why he was so unlucky. He originally just wanted to transfer those inner disciples, but he was included in the calculation.

The moment he fell into the cave, he realized that this was an inadvertent triggering of the hidden formation buried under Fuhui City.

Originally, this formation was not like this, and he was not lying on this skull altar.

There were five different broken corpses on it, namely a heart, a broken arm, a skull, an eyeball, and a spine.

But when the first drop of red magic water fell, it happened to drip on the eyeball. As the red magic water continued to fall from the surface, the wrinkled eyeball began to come to life, buds grew, and the pupil recovered.

This eyeball was extremely strange. It actually opened a big mouth and swallowed the other four corpses in one gulp. It also spit out countless inscriptions to tamper with the entire formation from the inside out.

Wang Jie's voice of"Brother Huang, wake up!" shocked Huang Feiyu's soul and he actually regained a bit of clarity.

He tried hard to open the illusory chains that bound him.

"Little ghost, don't waste your energy, just go to sleep peacefully, I will carry your body to live for you."

The red shadow said hoarsely

"Who are you?"

Huang Feiyu asked weakly.

"My last name is Fan, but I forgot my given name. I only remember that my tribesmen called me Seeker.

The red shadow turned his head, as if recalling something.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly spoke:

"You can tell me your last wish."

"Aren't you a cultivator from the Tiannan Region?"

Huang Feiyu continued to ask, despite his sleepy exhaustion.

"Tiannan Region?"

The red shadow shook his head and nodded:

"Maybe that's right, north is up and south is down, this is down."

The shadow stopped talking here, as if he was reluctant to talk about the past, and looked up at Huang Feiyu who was about to fall asleep.

"Forget it, I'm going out."

The chain that bound him suddenly drew closer, and a bloody mouth appeared on the shadow, swallowing Huang Feiyu's soul in one gulp.